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About San Jose

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

I Spent Seven Months Inside Brazil’s Most Notorious Red Light District

whore who settled for you over Chad. Imagine being the cuck bird from Rio in real life. Who the fuck created this horrifying script and said "Yeah, you know.

You know, I’m usually all deep when counseling, so I got moments of humor too. Like that one time, I told a client, “We’re gonna make it – end of story.” Felt like a line straight out of Kathryn Bigelow’s fight scenes. “Tango down!” I whispered, and she smiled like she just won a war.

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